The Moon comes every night to peep Through the window where I lie: But I pretend to be asleep; And watch the Moon go slowly by, -- And she never makes a sound! She stands and stares! And then she goes To the house that's next to me, Stealing by on tippy-toes; To peep at folk asleep maybe -- And she never makes a sound! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW IN PROGRESS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AFTER YEARS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS EPITAPH ON FRANCIS CHARTRES by JOHN ARBUTHNOT THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN |